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YoYo

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1^# 大中小发表于 2006-11-24 15:22 只看该作者

YoYo

There is no doubt that I care more for nothing else at home now, no doubt either that she doesn't care that much about the people around.
The 1-yr old tuxedo cat called Munchkin was spotted at a PetCo meet.  All it took was the first glance and I never bothered to check out the others.  Then weeks of competing and waiting turned into special thanks to the shelter lady for trusting someone who had never had any pet before.
Upon her first arrival, Wen suggested a new name for the domestic short hair -- YoYo -- which beat my pick (Piggy) during the last round of responsiveness test. Though I am pretty sure that response was random at best.  YoYo managed to get on top of a cardboard box under the dinning table right away. After staying there for most of the first excruciatingly long hours, at night she finally crawled out of her sanctuary and start sniffing around.
Days went by as she explored every corner of the apartment. It took longer for me to get used to her existence, and to decipher what might have happened to her before.
Fondling turned out to be no problem, anybody or anytime. The first worrysome sign was her shedding off dry skin which made Wen's allergy even worse. Attempts to give her a bath proved more challenging than expected. When she let go in the tub...kitty there was no other way to clean that kind of mess.  As sorry as I felt, in the end it was not bathing that provided the final cure. After feeding her canned foods of a special brand for several days, miraculously the dander was all gone.
3:00am Sunday. YoYo is crouching behind the screen of my laptop and busy licking herself. All I am hearing is the slight rustling and keyboard strokes. This is the very moment I start wondering what she remembers about the turmoil of two months ago. No bath, no wrestling, no mess, no fight.  Yea we pulled through together, baby.
Mom had warned me that cats love to stick around even when people try to sleep.
YoYo's favorite purring places are my tommy first, a blanket in bed next, then the sill if a window is open. She taught herself how to squeeze between the folding doors within minutes after they were installed at the entrance of the living room.  The slapping noise now adds to her pounding (literally!) on the floor, reminding me that another hour or two have passed by in sleep.
As to YoYo herself, it is the type of noise from a upright monster that always freaks her out. The vacuum cleaner is dubbed YoYo's Repeller.  I learned to let her flee out of the room before vacuuming the area behind the door or just be prepared for more mess to clean afterwards. Other noises, voices, music, hair drier or motorcycles don't seem to affect to the same deal.  I remember Jane saying Munchkin was not treated properly and eventually abandoned.  What had happened to you? Why do you often wake up suddenly as if from nightmares? Why is your wrong ear more sensitive (alas statistics, had I known before yourname would have been different...)? Given her dander problem and dread toward vacuum cleaners,  perhaps it doesn't take a genious to figure out.

Sad, BUT IN THE END, IT'S A PASSING THING (TTT,TRRT). Since the first embrace you are now in the safest of hands.
Once a while YoYo climbs up my knees and sniff me out. She explores wherever curiosity takes her, whether it is me or any other people or just a closet.  She meows everytime I come home too late at night. Does she ever wonder where Wen has been when alone at home?  When the door is open she leans forward, looks outside for a second, then turn around and stretch herself on the floor.  This is the moment she shows ultimate trust by exposing her underbelly. As arrogant as other cats are most of the time, she keeps the routine that's awarding enough for me.